~THIRD PERSON POV~
"Let's do this, the spell is ready."
Artemasia knew the truth already, new who she was, but because she couldn't say it or write it, she had to leave breadcrumbs for them to follow.
And this dream reveal would be the first of many.
Odette shot up out of her seat and swiftly and gracefully across the floor, making her way to Artemasia.
Ambrose raised his brow and frowned, the sudden cold shoulder was bothering, but he wouldn't let it show. The last thing he wanted to do was egg her on.
Ambrose and Odette approached the altar. She wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but she refused. She didn't like the way he looked at the witch, it irked her.
She wasn't used to this feeling and couldn't really place it. But it felt like an ache in the pit of her stomach. Her jaw clenched, holding back the snap that was building beneath the surface.
On the altar she had a fire burning green, the flames danced in perfect harmony.
